“Why did you send me the money?” Rosetta asked, looking at her stunning fiancé. His hair was still damp like hers after her own shower, and he wore a white shirt and board shorts, sported with a pair of house slippers.
They were at the rectangular glass table in the dining room. Yuri was seated at the head of it, while she was seated adjacent to him on the right side. There was vegetable soup together with the dish Flor cooked for them earlier, plus rice and papaya salad. A couple slices of buko pie were also served on the saucers, and to her right was a glass pitcher of pineapple juice.
The table was in the middle of the big room, which had a couple of crystal chandeliers and pendant lighting fixtures hanging on the ceiling. The bare walls were painted with pastel yellow, which made the
